Skeletons of us haunt my book of dreams

curling pages to hold chaos like a bouquet of dead flowers

In the far reaches of unquiet minds, nothing is as it seems

Metaphors and daydreams seek solace in the small hours

before bones rattle and rake across pristine paper

curling pages to hold chaos like a bouquet of dead flowers

Wishes dissipate just then like spine-chilling vapor

Fairytale villains always smile

before bones rattle and rake across pristine paper

Let’s call Chapter Two “Games and Guile”

I’m rewriting the ending

Fairytale villains always smile

Some devils are worth apprehending

Standing together, this reverie wavers

I’m rewriting the ending

New pages — my heart savors

Skeletons of us haunt my book of dreams

Standing together, this reverie wavers

In the far reaches of unquiet minds, nothing is as it seems

Image by DarkmoonArt_de from Pixabay

Prompts: Lyric Ideas, #becomingfragile, #PenPixels